Category Infinite Light

by Alana Siegel Strum, sun, late light streams, lines the wind… I give the door a swing, away from the kitchen—my eyes parachute, become the view out from the porch—widening, rising, horizontally settling, embraced by the ripeness of blue. I close my eyes—the full warmth of summer pours down through my body—skeletal, graceful, dumb… Paul […]